“I… I need to shower first before you can do that. I'm sweaty.”
A dark chuckle escapes me. “Even better.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “What?”
I don’t explain. I simply hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me. She gasps, hands flying to my hair forbalance. I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her, salty, sweet, and pure fucking heaven.
“Fuck,” I groan against her pussy. “You taste so good like this.”
She whimpers, trying to close her thighs, but I hold her open. I don’t care that she’s sweaty. In fact, I fucking love it. This is all her, raw, real, unfiltered. No perfume, just Eleonora.
I devour her.
My tongue licks broad and slow at first, savoring every inch of her dripping folds. Then I focus on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue while two fingers slide deep inside her. She’s soaking, clenching around my fingers, her hips starting to rock against my face.
“Nico—” she moans, fingers tightening in my hair.
I groan in response, the sound vibrating against her clit. I eat her like a man starved, licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue and fingers in a filthy rhythm.
Her juices coat my chin, and I lap up every drop like I can’t get enough. I could do this for hours. Days. Until my tongue goes numb and I still wouldn’t stop.
She’s crying out now, shameless and loud, hips grinding desperately against my mouth. I curl my fingers harder, suckingher clit in rhythm until her thighs start to shake violently around my head.
“Nico—I’m—I’m going to?—”
She comes with a broken scream, her pussy gushing. I don’t stop. I keep licking her through it, drinking every drop, sucking gently on her oversensitive clit until she’s shaking and whimpering, tugging at my hair like she can’t decide if she wants me to stop or never stop.
When I finally pull back and rise to my feet, my face is soaked with her. I look up at her, lips glistening, and smirk.
“You taste even better when you’re sweaty, baby,” I murmur against her neck.
She’s still breathing hard, eyes glazed, but there’s a shy, aroused smile on her lips.
Eleonora
My whole body feels like it’s been doused in gasoline and set on fire.
I just came moments ago, but Nico’s hands and mouth are relentless. He’s kissing my shoulders, my neck, my spine,murmuring filthy, sweet things against my skin that make my knees weak.
Each brush of his lips, each graze of his teeth, sends sparks racing through me. I’m already close again, aching and empty, my pussy throbbing with need.
“You’re still fully clothed,” I manage to gasp. “I want to see you.”
I reach back, tugging at his jacket. He lets me push it off his shoulders, then helps me undo the buttons of his shirt. My hands are shaky with desperation as I slide it off, revealing the hard, tattooed expanse of his chest and abs.
I reach for his belt, but he catches my wrist. “Not yet,” he growls softly.
He turns me so my back is to his front, facing the mirrored wall of the gym.
I watch us through the mirror as his lips find the back of my neck, kissing and sucking, while his hands roam over my body caressing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, sliding down my stomach until one hand dips between my legs.
“You have such beautiful skin,” he whispers against my spine, voice rough. “So soft… so fucking perfect.”
I moan, rocking back against him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my ass through his pants. I’m shameless now, grinding against him, desperate for friction.
“Please,” I beg, voice breaking. “I need you.”
He chuckles darkly against my skin, the sound vibrating through me. “Very soon, baby.”
